Boat Trip

----> "Pirates," Conner assumes, drawing his sword. "We hunt."
----> Alliandra argues. "The others need our help. Hurrying back to retrieve all the supplies is the best way we can help them right now."
----> "Trail fresh," Conner counters, his eyes taking a sorrowful expression. He almost resembles a blond basset-hound.
----> "Tharg and the others can handle a few pirates," she finalizes. "They need our help fighting the 'bad-bones'."
----> This gains Conner's approval. He begins readying the watercraft for their journey, loosing the ropes that holds the wooden boat from floating away.
----> Aegeon scans the jungle nervously, drawing Alliandra to ask him about his comments regarding the Other.
----> "What do you mean they walk by day?"
----> "The Other," the marryk answers, "that we have battled here on Baragonia cannot walk by day. Some of the creatures chased us outside the temple walls and were incinerated almost instantly."
----> Alliandra ponders this for a moment. Most undead can survive under the direct rays of the sun, however much they prefer not to. In fact, the only undead she has ever heard of incinerated from contact with sunlight are…
----> "No!" she cries suddenly. "They're not—"
----> "No," Aegeon quickly interrupts her dreadful insinuation that Baragon temple is overrun with vampires. "They were apes."
----> "Apes?!" She sounds surprised.
----> "Other apes," Aegeon explains.
----> "Undead monkeys; that's what you're telling me?"
----> Conner laughs out loud. "Bad-bone baboons," he teases.
----> "Yes," the marryk replies. "Though talking of them out here, in the daylight, makes them sound weak and even comical, their reality is far more lethal."
----> The other two are interested in Aegeon's story as Conner shoves the pontoon off from the island.
----> "Imagine fighting a skeletal beast which carries with it the smell of rotting flesh. Now add the nerve-testing screech of the macaques, factor in their uncanny dexterity, and figure their sheer numbers."
----> The words wither the smiles listening intently to Aegeon's description.
----> "So the Baragonian Macaques are dying into unlife?"
----> "Correction," Aegeon says. "They are being animated' into unlife."
----> "So someone is doing this on purpose?" she asks, horrified at the thought.
----> "We believe so. Yes."
----> "Who?"
----> "That is unclear at this point," Aegeon sighs. He scratches at the wound on his back. "As is the 'How?' and 'Why?' of the equation."
----> The trio stay silent for most of the trip back towards the mainland. When they land in a small beachy area, Conner hops out to tie off the pontoon while Aegeon and Alliandra look around trying to gain their bearing.